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| 3:25 | ||||
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| 3:52 | ||||
(Intro:)
One-one-one-one, mic check one Gallopin to a hood near you, one time Bald head... And you know what I'm talkin about doin I'm talkin about handlin this business here (Bizzy Bone:) They can never play me with they mystical readings It's the bald head horse man, evil retreatin One steppin up in the party for the (? ), patiently on a mission I spread love, that's my family's tradition Been on a mission as I'm lookin out for these enemies Ain't no pretend-to-be's, dons of the game they playin centipede Old school bring it close and serious now Origin-al, with the mirac-al, to bow down And tell the sixes that we comin to get 'em Unleashed by the disaster and you see these Little brothers thinkin they weathered the bible's evil-minded women But the chicks never had me shook They thought they had the good cookie Until they hooked up with the cookie crook Whoa, give them a rose, and give you one for your jewels and such So pay attention little playa cause this means so much Yeah, one time for they mind Hol-la back, little motherfucker, hahaha (Interlude:) Bald head horse man, horse man It's the bald head horse man Gallopin to a hood near you It's the bald head horse man... Breaker breaker breaker breaker breaker Tune in, link in with us, we'd like to speak with you (Bizzy Bone:) Came back from the cold world, the people have the iris walkin Came back with a blessin, now I'm strained from the heart I'm a talkin ... Been flippin out like I'm Dominique Dawkins The only trick in war was workin out on my ego often My flight is paid on the chicken hawkin I don't work for evil so how the fuck they think I'm a mess with they people They done read the book of demons, man what a slut And then they only, heh - do your knowledge to the bitch, so what And I'm about the kitten so what, and it won't even show up I tell the wicked army that the father up in Heaven with us We claimin one true God, one these bitch-ass demons In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit is be the reason (Interlude:) It's the bald head horse man, yeah It's the bald head... It's the bald head horse man, horse man Yup... (Bizzy Bone:) Let me make a declaration, a declaration For motherfuckers to know so there's no more indication And it's no more battle station unless it comes from within And this is the way we do it, pour out your cup on the sin Fuck grindin and hustlin - and to keep the dudes Up off the stage while I'm shakin my stick, I've had enough of them Ride past the enemy, smilin and laughin I heard a bitch grabbed her homie, and I ride right past him But, ha, pussy motherfucker have to bury me Jesus Christ carry me, only God care for me (? ), nobody comin woodward with animals Sorta like Noah's Ark, the people here be like cannibals I figured the war was so important that I give 'em the rules But be sell out to bail out, in the moment of dues The time is tickin, it's considered the doom And the money that you possess as we possessed in the womb Shhh, calm down, you gon' whisper the loom I represent the one true God, jump over the broom Mazel tov, motherfucker Yeah y-yeah y-y-y-yeah (Outro:) Horse man, horse man, it's the bald head It's the bald head horse man, horse man Of course man, breaker breaker one-nine we're in tune again We heard you, we heard you, we heard you Holler back, one true God In the name of our lord and savior Jesus Christ (fades out) |
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| 3:28 | ||||
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| 3:26 | ||||
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| 4:16 | ||||
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| 3:13 | ||||
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| 4:28 | ||||
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| 4:07 | ||||
[intro:] Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh...yeah! oh yeah, yo boy.. twista mr. capone-E in the place the main west coast connection. and this is how we puttin' it down you know what im talkin about a lil' somethin' for tha ladies [chorus(2X):] it's not love, dont get it twisted i'll make you feel soo good but you gotta slow down its not love, dont get it twisted ill make you wanna do it all night, all night [Mr. Capone E:] its not love comin from a straight thug all up in the club puttin on numbas? thats what it is, was, comin from us gettin you all sprung off the tounge lookin like a pretty playboy one by one you standin in line one by one and im checkin out your rump and oh yes mr.comp double E internationally known as a pimp daddy hah, i make you feel so good make you scream "we love you papi" stop me from cockin but my game is so so tight have you screamin out my name baby girl you lookin fine lady lady there aint no love from this job i just wanna get you hot from your spot never wanna stop getting wid it lets just keep this lil secret but dont catch no feelings when you squeal it (haha) dont get it twisted [Chorus(2x):] Its not love, dont get it twisted ill make you feel soo good but you gotta slow down it's not love, dont get it twisted ill make you wanna do it all night, all night [Twista:] Today i was rollin in the mac with the shorty but now i gotta go and catch me a hottie chillin in the club up in the v.i.p now im after your body in the after party would a jigga be up here gettin love get a girl to back it up, spend the stack for the buzz give a one night stand shorty tell me where youre actin the love in the back of the club you gonna get up in a bentley with a bum well let me take you to a tele where the hatas cant get me hit the ass tryin to titis now give a little to the homie Frank Nity and get it now give it to Mr.Capone E, and well talk about, its only me get the dawn with a G imma never leave you lonely gotchu all in a pony, come and give me that there like the way i pull your hair, spankin your little dairiere makin you scream 'ouch' give it to you when we fucking on the couch give it to you when we fucking on the chair look at little mama sweatin good, gettin rocked by the balls gotta hit it hard, not too soft never get it twisted cause you fucking with the pistol when i pop you off imma drop you off its not love [Chorus(2x):] Its not love, dont get it twisted ill make you feel soo good but you gotta slow down its not love,dont get it twisted ill make you wanna do it all night, all night [Mr. Capon3 E:] I Wanna make you do it all night long. Play it again just sing this song westcoast, midwest,dirty south,eastcoast ladies just drop that thong. Lets get it on, pull the alarm as playa with that Thug life passion i keep on asking, reminding just a onenight standding. No matter my company but baby pay a glase and if you got that little chance mija lets runway. Anyways all day by the way i gots to leave in a rush a quit nut dont you fuss all i did was just fuck. |
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| 3:43 | ||||
mistah fab yeah...this song goes out to all the hustlers out there tryna leave the game man ya know(callin) keep callin' me back man...look when i wake up in the mornin you know what i see(what?) the world is a ghetto smokin on d my lil cuzzin 13 strokin on e...caint blame him his mama on c...huh o k e 27 but she look like a old lady grind grind fuck workin at old navy brought the same girl and make the world go crazy who am i man i aint no better just a young nigga lost tryna get this cheddar starin out the window wishin on a shootin star tryna get dumb money go and buy stupid car pray to the lord tryna heal my flaws bowin to the heaven so behear my calls wanna leave the game but im stuck and im trapped so i call on my nigga jack hoo hoo hooooooo(mmmmmm) tryna leave the game but its callin my name hoo hoo hooooooo(mmmmmm) tryna leave the game but its callin my name jacka this rap shit'll have you in the whole like 300 kick a black nigga down the whole like 300 twist a 8th in the back wit boy a breath on it down to my last man bout to cop a quarter kick all the real niggas see im stiil out chere they like me rappin when im chappin im a real nightmare white tee blue jeans nike's all i wear lost a nigga to a gunshot i been there killed a nigga for a small amout life aint fair coke white leather seats 40 glocc in that air catch a sucka in the traffic and i'm aimin at his hel ran back to the game but cannot make it there hit a lick on my connect i got so much shit to sell i want my nigga mike el bout to take the streets back rainbow fish scale cold fell is all i know islam help me the way to go when times get hard it's the game that im runnin to any niggas die from the d that im runnin through what would the profit do so i lays alive got the world in my palm somthin bout the streets got my heart nd my mind up wit the beats fuck school im on the grind got slap in the benz my nig lets ride around fresh out the lab wit the new shit nigga check out the sound mistah fab man im riden gettin tacked pro meth in my cup chain on my stomach strap nigga gut paranoid caint lie been though it all still here another year yea i made it dog tryna get further witout gettin murdered moms worried bout me aint tryna disturb her got a good girl but i really dont deserve her cuz im out here doin shit thats unheard of tryna do right but wrong so easy lie so much when i'm right she dont believe me gotta stay strapped niggas jack for my bling so i riden wit the jack cuz he stay on dis thing given me game or how to survive in the game said he tryna leave but it keep callin his name looked eem in the eye and said brah it do the same shits fuckin wit my brain i need a change hoo hoo hooooooo(mmmmmm) tryna leave the game but its callin my name hoo hoo hooooooo(mmmmmm) tryna leave the game but its callin my name |
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| 3:51 | ||||
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| 4:16 | ||||
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| 5:06 | ||||